This week has been about diving in and getting things done.  Chairs that have been sitting around for over a year?  Done.  An old mirror frame that has gone unsold at sales twice?  Revamped.  Stuff that is just stuff taking up space?  Pitched.  It feels pretty awesome. I have to admit that one of the pieces that was pitched was a piano stool that beat me.  It’s the only piece I can think of that just outright defeated me. I worked on that thing off and on over a three year period and it didn’t do anything I wanted it to and never looked remotely close to good.  The pink stain bled through three coats of sealant.  The paint clumped and peeled in the most atrocious way.  I couldn’t stomach even looking at it, so I heaved it into a dumpster yesterday without remorse.  I pity whoever dives in to get it,

Jeff and I have been talking a lot lately about what “makes us tick” or, more eloquently put, what makes our heart feel alive. I think society encourages us from an early age to be sensible and doing the things that make your heart feel alive don’t always sound sensible.  Get on the honor roll.  Your SAT score will dictate how successful you’ll be in life.  Go to college.  Get a job with a retirement plan.  Settle down and fall in line.  I wonder how many people are living a “plan B life” because they were told to be sensible? Now, I’m not talking about throwing caution to the wind, shirking responsibility or just doing whatever you want at all cost, no matter who it hurts.  I’m not talking about selfishly pursuing whatever makes you happy.  I’m also not talking about what moves you emotionally or the depth of love you feel for

I remember it vividly.  Like it was yesterday.  I was a teenager with my own checking account, which was awesome.  What wasn’t awesome is that my dad had to drive me to the bank, because I had overdrawn the account.  Like, a lot.  He sent me to the desk by myself to tell the manager that I hadn’t reconciled my account, I spent more money than I had, I was irresponsible and it wouldn’t happen again.  Talk about a humiliating, but valuable life lesson. I became very good at reconciling my accounts and paying all of my bills after that ordeal and I carried that mindset (or habit, maybe) into adulthood. While I’ve always been good at keeping track of my money, I’ve never been good at budgeting it.  I would try, but it always seemed tedious, cumbersome and unrealistic.  We would be going along fine and then something would